Poem #23
#22 of My Poems
another poem.
My muscles tremble and spasm,
the pain moving to a higher level,
at every turn, it gets worse,
Powerful, sweet, sharp and unending.
Every fiber and strand feels as if ignited,
Burning brightly, the heat grows in waves,
No end in sight, i feel like i should glow,
As if i live in a sun, the burning increases.
I feel like i could break at any moment,
But my will won't allow it,
i must be strong for everyone,
for they have been strong for me,
understanding and loving.
As darkness descends upon me,
Surely i am not worthy,
Yet they support me at every turn.
Why do i always smell so much blood?
That stench of iron?
Things are so different now.
My body feels exhausted, Drained and dry,
it takes everything i have not to show my pain.
Even as i want to just drop to the ground and cry,
I want to scream at the sky,
To pound at the dirt with my hands.
I wish i could destroy it all, if i could,
But i can't slip down into oblivion,
Something in my soul,
deep in my heart,
Tells me this would be too easy.
As my anger in my body grows,
At the apex of all that rage,
suddenly i feel no pain,
only a sense of power.
This monster i keep a leash on,
It yearns to be released,
But if i loosen my grip,
darkness will consume me.
I feel so tired.
I must remain on guard.
But when my vigil ends.
Surely i can rejoice,
Though i will also be saddened.
I don't ever want to leave those who love me so.
This is my burden,
a weight on my shoulders
In the end, Death comes for all.
Someday in the future, it will come for me too.